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zeroeightzeroone · 3 months

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i'm proud of you - han jisung

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genre: soft, comfort

synopsis: after a long day and an even longer past couple of weeks, jisung needs you

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: ji is stressed

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j.one<3: i need you i'm coming over i'll be there in 30

you: i'll unlock the door in 25

taking into account how busy jisung has been the past couple of weeks and the way he's texting you, something is going on with him.

its that time of the year when stray kids are preparing for their comeback and for the past couple of weeks, along with the other members' schedules, jisung's schedule has been packed to the brim. he's been in and out of the recording studio, the dance practice room, attending interviews and pre-recordings to prepare with the rest of the boys, basically working non-stop.

of course, jisung loves his job and is grateful for the opportunity to write, produce and release his music–something he is very passionate about–to the world. but at the end of the day, much like any other job, it can pile up and become incredibly overwhelming. sometimes, you have to take a step back to breathe and return to a better headspace.

along with your boyfriend's schedule, yours has also been packed to the brim. thus, neither of you had the opportunity to spend too much time with the other over the past couple of weeks. the extent of your time together consisting of short, sweet text messages throughout the day, if you were lucky a short phone call before bed to exchange goodnight's.

jisung has reached his limit, he's hit a breaking point. he knows that if he doesn't get at least one night to take a break he may go insane. he needs to take a step back, he needs to take a breather, he needs you.

being one-third of 3racha meant chan had the opportunity to see jisung a bit more than the others, which also meant he had the opportunity to see jisung's well-being take a critical hit and suffer as the days went on. seeing how the boys were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, chan immediately went to the company to talk with their management and request they take–at the least–a day off.

despite jisung having a key to your apartment, you unlock the door twenty-five minutes before his expected arrival. and a little over five minutes later, he's standing outside your front door and softly knocking to notify you of his arrival. the knocks prompt you off the couch and onto your feet, making your way to the entrance as jisung shuts the door behind him.

your assumption that something is going on is only confirmed when jisung avoids your gaze while discarding his shoes, no words leaving his pouted lips. it's clear he isn't in the best place mentally or emotionally, while you aren't a hundred percent sure of the details, you do know that–much like his texts–he needs you and that you'll be there for him in any way possible.

now that his feet are only clad with his cotton socks, jisung takes a couple steps towards you and places a lingering kiss on your forehead, his shoulders relax the slightest bit as his hands find yours. when he pulls away, he's still avoiding your gaze, but being with him for as long as you have; you don't take it personally. hand in hand, jisung trails behind you as you walk through the apartment and into your bedroom. following quietly and waiting patiently whilst you approach the dresser, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer of his clothes.

you turn to him, glancing down at his black denim jeans, "it'll be more comfortable? it's up to you though."

jisung extends his arms and takes the sweatpants out of your hands and into his own. he quickly changes out of the jeans, which are now in a pile on the floor and into the grey sweatpants, you turn to climb into your bed but jisung's hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

your head cocked in confusion, you stare at your boyfriend.

jisung, who came over clad in a black hoodie, quickly removes the thick fabric from his body. the white long-sleeved shirt he wears underneath rises along with the fabric before it slumps back in place once the hoodie is discarded. you watch jisung with curious eyes as he steps towards you, pulling the hoodie over your head, the fabric bunching up around your neck and shoulders.

he can definitely see the way your cheeks are burning up.

your boyfriend moves your arms around, pulling them through the sleeves before he adjusts the thick fabric around your body. a hum of satisfaction leaves him before he crawls into your bed and makes himself comfortable under the covers.

jisung loves you in his clothes, that fact stays consistent no matter how he's feeling.

snapping out of your daze, you follow suit and crawl under the covers next to jisung who chooses to be the small spoon today. his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. you feel the way his body relaxes the slightest bit as he nuzzles into your side, pulling you impossibly closer to him. one of your hands ends up in his dark hair, gently carding through the shaggy locks whilst the other one gently caresses his cheekbone.

a wave of comfort washes over jisung at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his scalp, coupled with the feeling of your arms around his body, holding him close, your warmth radiating onto him as a trembling breath leaves his lips. once again, jisung nuzzles into your side but this time to his his face in the fabric of the hoodie. hiding the way his already glossy eyes brim with tears along his waterline, the warm droplets soaking up into the thick fabric. the first whimper that leaves jisung has you immediately holding him tighter, continuing to run your fingers through his hair and reminding him that you're here.

your heart aches at the sound of your boyfriend's cries.

being with jisung for as long as you have, you knew not to take his habit of avoiding your gaze personally. you're very familiar with his habit of avoiding direct eye contact with anyone when he's feeling down or particularly stressed out. you aren't entirely sure of the reason why, but you believe that what isn't seen in jisung's other facial expressions is shown in his eyes. thus, when he is upset or down, avoiding eye contact also means hiding the inner turmoil that is clearly present in his eyes.

with how observant you are, jisung became aware early on in your relationship that it didn't take you long to pick up on this habit of his. it's now something you look out for whenever jisung is feeling distant or in the dumps, it took a while but you eventually found a couple of methods that worked best when jisung fell into this distressed state.

over the years, you have become a lifeline in jisung's life. you are his place of comfort, a home where his heart belongs, where it feels safe. which is precisely why he avoids making eye contact with you in an emotionally sensitive state. the sight of your warm and welcoming eyes would result in an immediate breakdown. the way your eyes sparkle up at him, swimming with concern and a yearning for him would immediately break down his walls, allowing him to be vulnerable around you. allowing his emotions to spill out into your open arms, ready to be a pillar of support for him.

for the next couple of moments, you continue to run your fingers through jisung's hair as he holds your body close and cries into your side. when his sobs gradually become hiccups and sniffles, that's when you take the opportunity to say a couple of words.

"if you wanna talk about it, i'm here," you say softly, "if not, i'm still here."

you crane your head to look down at your boyfriend who moves his head to look up at you, his round eyes puffy and glossy, his eyelashes clumped together with tears. jisung nods, a small smile playing on his lips–one that's more genuine than the others he forced out earlier.

"thank you," he sniffles, his voice is the slightest bit raspy.

you shake your head, moving the hand that isn't in his hair to his cheek to wipe some of his tears. admiration bubbling up inside when jisung leans into your touch.

the both of you fall into a comfortable silence, relishing in the presence of your lover and the warmth that radiates off their body. a presence and a feeling that your busy lives have depraved you both of the past couple of weeks.

despite prolonged periods where you and jisung are deprived of physical affection from the other due to your busy schedules, being able to be under the other's touch, cradled in the other's arms for even just a few moments feels like a reward for all that's been accomplished in your separate lives. being in the arms of your lover exudes a feeling of comfort, and tranquillity, that eventually everything will fall into place, a feeling of reassurance that your hard work is paying off.

sometimes you find it crazy how a simple touch from jisung can turn everything upside down. you could be having a terrible day and he could pull you into his arms and all of a sudden your day ends on a high note.

jisung shares the same sentiment, after weeks of grinding through work that's been piling on and on, being with you, in your arms is just what he needed. you are just what he needs.

you watch with curiosity as jisung moves higher on the bed and onto his back. he locks eyes with you and extends his arms in your direction.

"i wanna hold my baby," he opens and closes his fists, beckoning you into his hold.

you hesitate for a moment, thinking you're here to comfort him. but your boyfriend notices your hesitation and takes it upon himself to pull you into his arms. you rest your cheek against his chest while he holds you tightly. you adjust your head and look up at your boyfriend, whose eyes are still puffy and slightly red. he scrunches his nose when he looks down at you, indicating that he's feeling much better than when he first arrived.

you giggle at his antics.

jisung places a hand on your cheek, much like you did earlier, and caresses your cheekbone gently. gazing down at you with clear adoration in his eyes, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as he looks down at you.

he sighs, "work's been a lot lately," you nod and he continues, "i want to make sure i'm putting my best foot forward and doing my best work but it's hard when there's so much going on. i don't wanna disappoint you, the other members, stay."

he takes a moment to think.

"at the same time, i know it's unrealistic to think i–or anyone really– could possibly please everyone. there's always gonna be people that aren't pleased with the things you do and that's life, right?"

your eyes scan over your boyfriend's face as he walks both you and himself through his thoughts.

"which is why i shouldn't be scared of disappointing people if i choose to take a break, to take care of myself when things get overwhelming," he sighs, "but at the same time it's so hard to break out of the mindset where taking breaks means not being productive, i'm so used to thinking that way, you know?"

you hum in acknowledgment, "i know, baby."

"at the very least, i realized sooner rather than later this time. i'm able to take a break earlier instead of further down the line."

"i'm proud of you for taking a much-needed break. you've been working so hard, love."

"thank you, my y/n," jisung's eyes sparkle down at you.

"i understand how you feel, i get like that sometimes to, which you know already," he nods, "i know how hard you work and stay knows how hard you work to give them and show them your best work."

you adjust the position you're lying in so you get a better view of jisung's face.

"i've seen the work you've put out and ones that you haven't yet, they're all amazing. absolute works of art and a testament of your hard work, passion and dedication to your craft."

your boyfriend's eyes dart away from yours as his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at your words. jisung always gets quite flustered when he hears kind words praising his work, but he gets particularly flustered when he hears them from you.

"you do your best when you also feel your best. it's definitely easier said than done to extend the compassion and value to yourself since we are, are own biggest critics. nevertheless, i'll be here to reassure you that stay would love to hear that you were able to rest and take breaks in the middle of working hard. i'll always be here to tell you that you're working so hard and are more than deserving of a break, to rest."

jisung leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulls away with a lazy smile.

"you've been working so hard, you've been doing amazing. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, han jisung."

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nomercymaster11 · 5 months

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Tender nights

@GOKUJOUNOMAGURO

The Captain's quarters were dimly lit, with a soft, ambient glow emanating from a small lantern on the bedside table. The air was filled with the faint scent of sea salt, a reminder of the ship's constant voyage across the vast ocean. The rhythmic creaking of the ship served as a lullaby, creating a soothing atmosphere that enveloped the room.

As you lay there in your vulnerable state, the plush mattress cradled your form. The silkiness of your long camisole and the gentle touch of the sheets against your bare skin provided a sense of comfort. Your body was relaxed, and your mind drifted in the realm of dreams.

In the midst of this tranquil scene, a sudden weight on the left side of the bed disrupted your peaceful slumber. Your senses gradually awakened as you felt the delicate tug on your camisole, exposing your midriff to the cool air. Feather-light kisses traced a tantalizing path from your left knee, meandering up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your body.

The sensation heightened as Law's half-naked form hovered over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. His lips continued their sweet assault, leaving a trail of warmth on your abdomen and inching up to your slightly exposed breast. Law positioned himself above you, his head nestled between your chest, his breaths creating a gentle rise and fall against your skin.

"Uh, Law?"

you murmured, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your voice. There was no immediate response. Instead, you heard the subtle sound of a contented snore escaping his lips. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"What a baby,"

you chuckled softly, your hand brushing through Law's disheveled hair.

Your left hand lightly pressed against the reassuring warmth of his back, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart. Despite the unexpected intrusion into your sleep, there was a comforting familiarity in his presence.

"Sleep tight, my love,"

you whispered, leaning down to place a tender kiss on the crown of his head.

Inhaling deeply, you allowed the moment to wash over you. With a sigh, you reached out for the blanket within arm's reach, pulling it over the two of you. The warmth of the blanket and the embrace of Law's sleeping form cocooned you in a sense of security. With a final exhale, you surrendered once again to the embrace of dreams, wrapped in the intimacy of the Captain's quarters and the unexpected company of your slumbering partner.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #law x you #one shot collection #law x reader #heart pirates #have a good night sleep everyone #law x female reader

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kolumander · 3 months

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i love the mystery spot, it’s so silly

#supernatural #supernatural fanart #spn #spn fanart #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester fanart #sam winchester fanart #3x11 Mystery Spot #fun fact this episode was my first exposure to spn because someone wrote a wattpad one shot on dean’s different deaths and it was so funny #i didn’t know what supernatural was when i read it too because it was in a collection of one shots #i only realized later that that was spn #kolu’s stuff

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zenzenzence · 1 year

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HEY! FELLOW AO3 AUTHORS! STOP DOING THIS!

idk how else to illustrate this than making a fake, unpublished example fanfic —

STOP DOING THIS! PLEASE!

POST YOUR ONE SHOTS SEPARATELY! ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE FOR DIFFERENT FANDOMS/SHIPS!

***Tags selected randomly for making a quick example***

Stop posting random one-shots into one work. Stop making Chapter 1 a Table of Contents. Stop tagging multiple pairings/fandoms/additional tags etc when you haven’t even POSTED the chapters they would apply to!

This spams tags and 9 times out of 10 I avoid these fics on sight and don’t even bother digging through the fic to see if the oneshot is something I won’t even want to read.

These fics should be reportable for spam if they aren’t already.

I’ve started completely muting authors on sight for this now because I’ve personally had enough.

#archive of our own #ao3 tags #ao3 #fanfiction #tagging etiquette #otw #organization for transformative works #fanfic #one shot #oneshot collection #stop it #zence.txt #i am at my limit #!!!#don’t bite my head off over the specific tags I used in the example #it’s supposed to be obnoxiously random and all over the place because that’s the point

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bellaxgiornata · 4 months

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Thanks to a snow storm that's going to be dumping a foot or more of snow on me here, I had an idea for a snowed in fic with Matt. But then my brain, which has been quiet for most of the last few months, slammed me with a little idea despite all of the things I'm already working on and busy with (believe me, I know how many fics need updates and how many notifications I'm still trying to respond to 😭). But my brain was like...."Make it a series of one shots and call it The Devil at Your Window. Fluff, flirting, sexual tension, and eventual smut and identity reveal."

And well...I'm working on the first part already called "Snowed In." Did I mention it's all black suit Matty? Because it's all black suit Matty.

(Don't worry I'm also working on an update for Seeking Forgiveness and FFTD simultaneously and I'm sure seeing Matty again in Echo will make me feral and pump out some writing.)

#goddammit i love the black suit #HELP ME MAKE MY BRAIN STOP THIS MADNESS #another little one shot collection for matt murdock #this will NOT be 100 parts like fftd #this man holds my brain in a death grip permanently #and ill only update when the ideas strike #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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Oh to be kissed the way Fernando Alonso kisses his trophies

#the third one i literally died #the way his hands are placed...his closed eyes...his kissy lips...#there's something about the wedding ring 😵‍💫😵‍💫#side note i was trying to make sure i had all possible pics of this particular kissy #so i looked up 'fernando alonso kiss' on getty and there was just a big collection of his kissy pics 😭#not eveyr single one obv but like just to see them all together like that destroyed me #man him and seb always kissing these trophies...maybe they should use those lips to kiss each ot-*i am shot*#can you tell i really like bahrain 2010!??!?!?! can you tell im very normal about it!?!??!?!?!#i was gonna make a comp but i literally have 130 of them so...its maybe a bit easier to post them in genres like this #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #fa14 #2010 bahrain gp

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Bad At Love

Title: Bad At Love

Summary: You’ve always been bad at love and so has Frank. What happens when the two of you get together?

Warnings: M for mature content; 18+ MDI… alluding to S/A; consumption of alcohol, cigarette, drugs, & weed; toxic relationship; alluding to sex; depression; mild cursing; partying/going to bars; Frank (I feel like he deserves his own warning label alright!); angst; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading, you’re agreeing to these warnings. This is not beta read, any and all mistakes are my own and I do not claim to be a professional writer in any way, I merely do this for fun and because I enjoy writing.

A/N: The gold dividers are by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by me!

Wordcount: 6,126

You were standing outside of your sister’s house finishing a cigarette, trying to decide if it was too late to bail. You took another hit off of the cigarette as you thought back to her invitation. She first called you at the beginning of the week, telling you about the small gathering that she and her husband would be hosting. She practically begged you to come. She promised that if you stayed for an hour, she would be with you. So, you agreed, still not completely thrilled about it. Earlier when you got off work, you went home to change out of your work clothes and made your way here. It’s not that you didn’t like your sister’s friends, it’s just that the past year wasn’t necessarily a good one for you. You had become kind of a recluse, barely able to leave the house for work. Begrudgingly, you put on your favorite pair of jeans, a cute flowy top, a few necklaces and threw your hair up into a messy bun. You sighed as you slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed your purse and keys to make your way here. If you didn’t love your sister so much, you wouldn’t have agreed. You took one last final hit off of your cigarette before you put the butt out on the cement stairs leading up to the house. An hour, you could do that right?

Before you let yourself in, you took in a deep breath, telling yourself that you could do this. As you walked into the house, you could hear talking coming from the kitchen as you closed the door behind you. You immediately recognized your sister’s voice and your brother-in-law’s voice but there was a third one that you didn’t know. The thought of this being a blind date popped into your head, causing you to roll your eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time your sister had tried to set you up. You internally grumble to yourself, you should’ve known better than to have agreed to this but it’s too late now, you’re already here. You take in a deep breath before you enter the kitchen and put on a smile. When you enter, you and the stranger almost immediately lock eyes. You couldn’t deny it, he was rather handsome and exactly your type. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall, and even looked a little on the brooding side and the beard was definitely a plus. Your thoughts and attention get pulled away from him though when your sister greeted you with a warm hug.

“Hi Mia, it’s good to see you too.” You said as she embraced you.

“I’m so glad you made it! The others should be here soon.” Mia explained as she let go of you, she paused for a minute as she looked you over. “Dinner should be ready by the time the others get here, I hope you’re hungry!” She then walked back over to the stove to check on dinner.

‘Phew, at least this wasn’t a blind date,’ you thought to yourself. Even if it had been, would it have been that bad? Just look at him… You get pulled out of your thoughts again when your brother-in-law walks over to greet you. You greeted him with a small smile as he gave you a full bear hug and when he let go of you, you spoke up again.

“Hey Travis, how’s it going?”

“Things are good, I have no reason to complain. Oh, this man right here is a coworker of mine, Frank. Frank, this is my sister-in-law.” Travis finally introduced you to the handsome stranger. “Frank finally had a weekend free, so I invited him over.”

You nodded as you listened to Travis’s explanation, you could feel butterflies starting to form with the way Frank was looking at you. You introduced yourself with a coy smile and the two of you shook hands.

“It’s a pleasure.” He said as he eyed you up and down, his voice was smooth and it seemed to have enchanted you.

When everyone finally arrived and dinner was over, everyone was gathered in the living room and having a good time. You and Frank ended up sitting across from one another, the two of you kept stealing glances at one another as the night went on. There was definitely an attraction between the two of you. When he laughed, you couldn’t help but notice the way his nose scrunched up and the way his smile just seemed to brighten up the whole room. You were a goner at this point. After a while, you excused yourself to take a small smoke break, needing a few minutes to yourself. You look around at your sister’s backyard, the in-ground pool empty, having not been warm enough to actually swim yet. You took a drag of your cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs and nostrils before blowing it all out again. Your eyes flick over to the small pool house where you stayed briefly over this last summer. Memories started to form in your mind the longer you continued to stare at the shack, ones you’d much rather forget. The memories soon faded when you heard a voice coming from behind you. When you turned to look, you saw Frank standing there with a smirk curled onto his lips.

He took a step towards you as he spoke up. “Hey, do you have an extra one by chance? Seems I forgot mine at home.”

“Yeah, I guess I can spare one.” You then pick up your small box of cigarettes and pull one out to hand to him. “It’s menthol, if that matters.”

“Nah, I’m not too picky, thanks.” Frank accepted the cigarette and he pulled out his own lighter to light it.

You watched him as he took his first drag, a moment of silence filled the air between you. Putting the cigarette up to your mouth and placing it between your lips, you took another puff off of your own cigarette.

“So, love, talk to me. Tell me about yourself.” Frank said as he exhaled some smoke.

You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “Oh trust me, I’m not that fascinating.”

Frank took another hit off of his cigarette before he spoke again. “Now why don’t I believe that?” He arched an eyebrow at you as he looked you up and down.

You tilted your head at him as you took a long drag from your cigarette. “Well, I already told you my name and you know I’m Travis’s sister-in-law, what else do you want to know?”

Frank smirked at you, realizing that he was going to have to work a little harder to make you his. “Yeah and if I had known you were this beautiful, I would’ve come to one of these things sooner.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you finished off your cigarette. “Do you always use such cheesy pick up lines?”

“Yeah, you caught me there.” Frank chuckled and he finished off his cigarette. He took a look around the backyard before he returned his attention back to you. “Alright, that’s that. I just started to feel pain listening to myself talk to you.”

You chuckled as you put out the butt of the cigarette before you responded. “That’s because you’re in my suffer zone.”

Frank shook his head in response, a small smile still played on his lips. “Is that what it is?”

“That’s what it is.” You confirmed, not breaking eye contact from him.

“Oh, dear God. I never had a suffer zone.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to look at you. You watched as he poked his tongues out to wet his lips.

“I mean, I suffer everywhere but I would like to keep it to a zone if I could. You should probably head back inside before I destroy you with my radioactive sadness.” You quipped back but you knew part of it was true.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you back inside.” Frank had begun to turn back inside but before he did, he glanced over his shoulder at you. “But you already did, ‘cause now I know you’re here.”

You smirked at him before he entered the house, leaving you alone in the backyard. You took a deep breath before you rejoined the others inside the house.

The next time you saw Frank, you were at a bar with a group of friends, deciding to catch up after a small hiatus. You hadn’t noticed that he was even there until you ran into him at the counter when you were getting a new drink. You looked over to the side and felt a smile creeping onto your lips as the two of you locked eyes. You waited as he made his way over to you and by the way he was looking at you, you could feel your stomach starting to do flips. He placed a hand on the back of your stool as he smiled at you, taking a seat in the stool next to you.

“You know, I could feel your suffer zone as soon as you walked into the bar. It’s like we’re tethered together now.”

You playfully shook your head at him. “Maybe we are, would that be a bad thing?”

“I guess not but I should warn you, I’m bad at this whole love thing.” Frank admitted honestly.

“Yeah, so am I.” You admitted just as honestly. “Sounds like we’re perfect for each other.”

You watched as Frank nodded his head. “Yeah, maybe we are.”

The two of you leaned into each other and your lips fit perfectly against each other as they met for the first time. You could taste the cheap beer on his tongue as it entered your mouth, your tongues dancing for dominance. He easily won. When you pulled apart for air, you were breathing heavily, you hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time.

“So, my place? Or yours?” Frank asked as he’s still close to your face, he placed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth as he waited patiently for an answer.

“Your place sounds good.” You finally answered as you gave him a small smile.

You watched as Frank stood up and held out his hand for you to take. Hesitation washed over you for a brief moment but as you took a deep breath, you accepted his hand. The two of you walked out of the bar and he led you out to his car. When you got to his apartment, you took it in for a moment and the first thought that you had was how it’s a complete bachelor’s pad. Minimal decoration and you noticed various take out containers on the counter. He shut the door closed before he stood next to you, he started to take off his jacket as he did.

“It’s not much but it works for the time being.” When his jacket was off, he placed it on the back of his couch.

“Mine’s not much better, actually, I think yours might somehow be bigger than mine.” You let out a small laugh to show that you’re teasing and follow him over to the small table in the corner.

“Wanna drink? I have quite the selection.” Frank offered as he walked over to his small bar cart.

“I’m fine with anything.” You answered as you sat down at the table.

“Hope you don’t mind absinthe then.” Frank said as he turned around with two shot glasses filled with the green liquid.

You accepted the shot glass without saying another word besides doing a traditional cheers before drinking the green liquor. You winced as it burned down your throat. You held the back of your hand to your mouth for a moment as the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. You were glad when he made the first move as he cupped the side of your face and leaned in. He moved his hand towards your chin and he caressed his thumb along your bottom lip. You could feel your heart beating in your chest rapidly as you waited for him to kiss you. When he finally kissed you, his tongue immediately entered your mouth, not wasting any time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on the edge of the table having been picked up by Frank. The two of you started to remove each other’s clothes the longer you remained lip locked and the more heated it got. It didn’t take long before you found yourself shirtless and braless, Frank had started to work on unbuttoning your jeans as he moved his lips to your neck. He left behind wet kisses as he moved up and down the column of it. Your body froze for a moment as he went to put his hand down your pants. He must’ve noticed your hesitation as he pulled away for a brief moment. He cupped the side of your face as he stared deep into your eyes. You took in a deep breath before you started to slowly nod your head yes, gesturing that you wanted this to happen.

“You sure love? We don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” Frank offered as he started to caress your cheek with his thumb.

You closed your eyes momentarily as you leaned into his touch. You opened your eyes again just as you started to speak up again. “I’m sure Frank, I want this.”

“Okay then.”

Frank then lifted you up off of the table and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you and looked down at you fondly, you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you like this. Honestly, it scared you. His lips crashed into yours once more and the rest was history.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face and you couldn’t help but smile into the pillow. You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you wished you could stay in Frank’s arms all day. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed what time it was on his alarm clock. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself and quickly scrambled to get out of bed and out of Frank’s arms. The sudden movements caused Frank to groan and stir awake. He squinted as the sun shown in his eyes and started to stretch out his arms. You were already half dressed by the time he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he watched you collect your things.

“I’m sorry but I’m late to meet my sister for brunch.” You explained as you buttoned your pants, you looked around making sure you had everything. You then walked up to Frank with a smile on your face and you cupped his cheek as you looked at him. “I’ll call you alright?” You placed a quick kiss on his lips before you pulled away.

Before you could get too far though, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you back onto the bed with him. He had you straddling him and had a firm grip on your waist. “Don’t go, stay with me.”

Your smile grew as you looked down at him, which caused some of your hair to fall in front of your face. “Any other day I would.”

You leaned down, pushing your hair out of your face as you did and you kissed him. When you pulled apart, you gave him a quick peck before you climbed off of him. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to reach for you again.

“Reschedule then.” Frank pouted as he continued to lay bed, propped up on his elbows as he looked over at you.

“I can’t, I really am sorry.” You flashed him a smile before you left his apartment.

Frank groaned as he ran a hand down his face, he already knew that he had it bad.

When you finally got to your sister’s house, you couldn’t believe how late you were. You let yourself in as per usual and you could hear your sister talking with one of her friends.. As you entered the kitchen, Mia gave you a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow. You took in a deep breath as you readied yourself for a lecture about being on time. But as you took in a deep breath, all you could think about was how good the food smelled, causing your stomach to growl.

“Come on, let’s move out to the patio and start eating.” Mia finally suggested and she and her friend started to move things outside.

Once the three of you were settled, you helped yourself to some food and started eating. You enjoyed a mimosa as you listened to your sister give marital advice to her friend. As you listened, your mind drifted off to Frank and you wondered what he was doing. You’re brought back to reality when you felt your sister’s hand on yours, you looked over at her and gave her a small smile.

“So, wanna tell me why you were late?” Mia inquired as she removed her hand from yours.

You reached for your glass of mimosa and took a quick sip. “Well, um, I just overslept is all. I went out last night with some friends, and stayed out way too late.”

She didn’t need to know that you hooked up with Frank last night.

“You sure? You seem a bit different this morning.” Mia commented before she took a sip of coffee.

Before you could say anything, your sister’s friend spoke up. “Of course she is, she had sex.”

Mia gasped as she playfully hit her friend’s arm. “Brycie!” Mia then turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that true?! With who?”

You choked on your mimosa as Brycie and Mia harassed you about having sex. “Um, just some random guy I met at the bar.”

You took another sip of mimosa as you shrugged your shoulders and they seemed to have bought it as they moved on to another topic. You mentally sighed in relief as you listened to them.

A few days passed and as you went about your errands, your phone chimed causing you to pull it out of your purse. You narrowed your gaze as you didn’t recognize the number. It’s not until you unlocked your screen and read the message that a smile spread across your face.

Frank: Hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Travis. I can’t stop thinking about you.

Your smile only grew at the message.

You: I don’t mind. How have you been?

Three little bubbles appeared and you anxiously waited for a reply. Ding.

Frank: Besides being driven crazy by not seeing you, alright I guess. Please tell me you’re free this weekend.

As you stood there, you thought about his offer, it would be good to see him again. Just then, your phone chimed again with a new message from Frank.

Frank: Please don’t make me beg it’s not a pretty sight.

Your fingers typed quickly across the screen of your phone.

You: I would love too. Did you have anything in mind you wanted to do?

Three little dots. You waited a few minutes for a reply but then nothing. A sigh fell from your lips as you tucked your phone back into your purse. You continued your errands and throughout the rest of the day and night, you kept checking your phone. Each time you checked it though, only brought you disappointment. Was he already ghosting you? You decided you’d give him a couple of days to solidify your thoughts. However, days turned into almost two weeks before you heard anything from him. It was like he had completely fallen off of the face of the earth during that time.

Life had recently seemed meaningless, like you were lost. It wasn’t because Frank seemed to have ghosted you but because life's cruel events were catching up to you. Your depression knocked you over like a wrecking ball and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. All you could think about was what happened that awful night at a work party. Your coworker coming onto you and not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You had stopped paying attention to your movie long ago as your thoughts of that night kept coming forward and at full force. You often wondered if it was your fault and maybe you had led him on without realizing it. You sighed and decided to pour yourself another glass of wine. Your feet padded lightly against the hardwood floor as you made your way to the kitchen with your empty wine glass. Once you had poured more wine, you took a large drink of it. Flashes of that night resurfaced again in your head causing you to tighten your grip on your wine glass. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down. It didn’t work though and before you could think things through, you threw your glass across the kitchen. When it hit the wall, it shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor.

“Shit.” You grumbled to yourself, you started to walk towards the mess when you heard your phone chime.

You ignored the first chime but when it chimed again, your curiosity got the better of you, wondering who could be texting you at this late hour. When you picked up your phone, you were surprised to see Frank’s name. You unlocked the screen and clicked on the new messages, curious to what Frank had to say for himself.

Frank: Sorry, I went M.I.A., although I did warn you that I’m bad at this whole relationship/love thing.

True, he did.

Frank: Was wondering if you were free tomorrow? I have a friend showcasing their band tomorrow night, and wondered if you wanted to come. I understand if you don’t wanna see me again.

You thought about it for a brief moment and as you did, you looked up and glanced around your small house. You had cooped yourself up for the past couple of days, maybe some human interaction wouldn’t hurt.

You: Sure, I’m in. Are we meeting there or are you gonna pick me up?

Three little dots, resting your chin in your hand as you waited.

Frank: I’ll pick you, love. It’s a few hours away, you cool with that?

Your fingers typed quickly as you replied.

You: Yeah, that’s fine. What time should I be ready?

You got an immediate response.

Frank: Let’s make a whole day of it, so let’s say eight in the morning? Breakfast included.

You couldn’t help but smile at Frank’s suggestion.

You: Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning then!

Frank: I look forward to it! Goodnight, love.

You: Goodnight.

You put your phone back down before you go to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You cleaned up all of the broken glass first, careful not to cut yourself. When you had the mess all cleaned up, you decided to end the night on a somewhat good note.

The next morning, you were just finishing up getting ready when the doorbell rang. When you had woken up that morning, you had realized you never gave Frank your address so you made sure to text it to him. You turned off your curling iron before you went to answer the door. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with the way Frank was looking at you, he looked at you like he was about to devour you whole.

“Wow, love, you really know how to make a guy’s heart stop.” Frank complimented as he took you in.

You opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. “You really know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” You paused for a moment as you stared into his eyes. “Come on in, I’m almost done.”

When Frank entered, you closed the door behind him. As you turned around, you noticed Frank checking out your place. You stood next to him and he returned his attention back to you with a smile on his face.

“Nice place.” Frank then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, giving you the softest of kisses.

You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds longer after he had kissed you, you had missed the feeling of his lips against your. You only opened them when you had decided to speak again.

“So, um, would you like some coffee before we leave? I have some that’s relatively fresh.”

“Sure, we’ve got plenty of time.”

Frank followed you to the kitchen and you got him a mug and started pouring him some coffee. As you do, you felt Frank wrap his arms around your middle section and you couldn’t help but lean into him. You set the coffee pot back on the warmer before you made a mess all over the place. Your eyes fluttered close as Frank started to press his lips up and down your neck. A sigh escaped you as he started to roam his hands all over your body. You were caught off guard when he spun you around to face him, your breath hitched in your throat with the way he was looking at you. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes and as if you were the only girl in the world. You still weren’t used to that kind of look but you were starting to like it. Frank cupped your cheek as he continued to stare deeply into your eyes before he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue entered your mouth and he twirled it around yours, causing you to let out a muffled moan. The two of you quickly started to remove each other’s clothes, flinging them all over the kitchen. Frank decided that the floor was the best place for this and you would be making a mess in the kitchen after all.

The drive was quick as it was filled with laughter and music. You got to know each other a little better and swap different life stories. True to his word, Frank got you both breakfast as he stopped at a small diner outside of town. The rest of the way, you curled up into Frank’s side as he drove and you ended up falling asleep. Occasionally, Frank glanced down at you and he couldn’t help the small smile that would play on his lips. He kept the music down as you slept and his thoughts took over as he drove. You were too good for him, there was no doubt about that. Why you wanted him was beyond him, he was a grade A prick and terrible at relationships. He sighed as he put the car into park outside of his friend’s house, parking on the street. He looked down at you and started to gently rub your arm causing you to stir.

“Hey, we’ve made it.” Frank spoke softly as he tried to wake you up.

You opened your eyes to find Frank staring down at you with a caring look to them. A coy smile started to form on hips and you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up once more. You sat up and stretched before you took a look around at your surroundings. “Where are we?”

“This is my friend Jake's house. Said he wanted to hang out beforehand, I hope that’s okay?” Frank explained as he looked at you, he brushed some of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah, sure, of course. Are we gonna stay in your car all day or what?” You let out a small laugh to show that you were teasing him.

Frank shook his head as he chuckled. “Yeah, let me introduce you to my friends. They’re pretty cool people, I think you’ll like them.”

The two of you then proceeded to get out of the car and as you walked up to the house, Frank pulled you close to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist to do so and he placed a sweet kiss on the side of your head. When you got to the front door, Frank let the two of you insided, you were honestly kind of surprised this person had left his door unlocked. You gave Frank a small smile when he looked over at you, he gave you a reassuring squeeze to your side the further you walked into the house.

“Yo, anyone here?” Frank called out after a minute or so.

That’s when you heard rummaging in the kitchen, then it stopped. A man quickly appeared in the doorway, a bright smile on his face. He had sandy blonde hair and circular framed glasses, his goatee was neatly trimmed and combed. He wore baggy, ripped jeans with a faded ACDC band t-shirt and he held snacks in his hands.

“Frank, my man! You’re here!” He nodded his head in approval before he turned his attention to you and his smile grew even more. “And you brought a pretty lady! Right on, right on! Come one, the others are down in the basement.”

He then led you and Frank down to the basement. You felt an uneasy feeling as you went down the stairs but when Frank grabbed your hand and it intertwined your fingers, the feeling subsided. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were a bit relieved to see another woman here.

“Oh, I’m Jake by the way, Jake Jensen.” Jake finally introduced himself as he walked over to the coffee table to set the snacks down.

“Right, I’m sorry.” Frank realized as he never gave proper introductions. “Well, since everyone is here, let me introduce you to everyone else. The hippie redhead over there is Wanda, she’s the keyboardist as well as a singer.”

“Hey girl, what’s up?” Wanda greeted as she smiled at you, offering a small wave.

“The asshole next to her is Sam Wilson, he plays the bass guitar,” Frank paused as he looked down at you, a half smile on his face. “Those two are in a relationship together.”

You nod in understanding, they did seem rather cozy next to each other.

“Don’t worry, I’m only an asshole to those who deserve it, like Frank here. It’s nice to meet you.” He shot you a quick wink.

“Then, the two sharing a joint over there are Carter Baizen and Nate Archibald. Carter plays the drums and has all sorts of connections while Nate plays lead guitar and singer.” Frank concluded the introductions before he smiled down at you.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all.” You said with a coy smile and a small wave.

Before anyone could say anything, Jake returned to the group after stepping away to take a phone call, there was a grim look on his face. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand down his face. The group turned their attention to him, each one having their own concerned expression.

“What is it Jake?” Sam is the first to speak up to break the tense silence that had started to form.

“Man, bad news. That was the venue that just called, they’re booting us for tonight.” You could hear the disappointment laced in Jake’s voice.

Carter scoffed at the news. “Did they at least tell you why?”

Carter then took the half-smoked joint from Nate, taking a hit off of it right away.

“Yeah, something about not selling enough tickets.” Jake explained before he turned to you and Frank. “Sorry you guys wasted a trip. You’re more than welcome to stay and hang out.”

“Yeah, I’d be alright with that. What do you say, love, are you good with just staying to hang out and get to know my friends for a little while?” Frank turned fully towards you with a raised eyebrow. He gently grabbed ahold of your shoulders and started to gently caress them. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You took a moment to think about it, the pit in your stomach was still slightly there but for whatever reason you kept ignoring the feeling. “Of course, I don’t mind. We can stay.”

“Great!” Jake exclaimed with a clap and a bright smile on his face. “Let’s get this party started!”

You gave everyone a small smile as your gut and brain were screaming at you to leave.

All of you partied and you partied hard. Between the drugs and the alcohol, it’s no wonder you found yourself throwing up into a toilet well past midnight. All you wanted now was to curl up into bed and pass out. When you finally felt like you were finished, you sat up against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest. Maybe if you called your sister she would be kind enough to come get you. First, you’d need to find your phone but you didn’t have the energy for that at the moment. Tears started to well up into your eyes, why did you agree to this? You were pulled out of your thoughts when a knock came from the closed door and you quickly blinked away the tears. You tried to get up from your spot on the floor but your body wouldn’t let you so you called out to the person instead, your voice sounded hoarse.

“It’s open!”

Frank poked his head in between the crack he had made and his eyes softened at the sight of you. He made his way over to you and sat down next to you. “Jake said we could crash in one of his spare bedrooms for tonight.”

You looked over at him as a sniffle escaped you. “I wanna go home.”

Frank’s sigh came out a little more irritated than he had meant. “I can’t drive right now, love. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

You turned your head away from Frank as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Ya know, we didn’t have to stay.” Frank’s voice came out harsher than he meant to. “Look, why don’t we go to bed and get some rest? I think we could both use it.”

You took a deep breath before you let it out and agreed. Frank was the first one to stand up and he held out a hand for you and you accepted. He pulled you up gently before he led you to the bedroom that Jake said you two could use for the night. You immediately laid down on the bed so that the room would stop spinning, at least hoping it would. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Frank was on top of you, kissing you and roaming his hands all over you. When your mind finally caught up, you pushed him off of you, it took all of your energy to do so.

“No Frank, I don’t feel good. Stop.” You breathe out, you were in no state for anything that Frank wanted to do right now.

“Come on baby, let me make you feel good.” Frank tried to convince you as he started to touch you again.

“Frank, I said no.” You tried to make your voice a bit more stern.

God, you wished that the room would stop spinning and that your head would stop pounding. It seemed though that Frank got the hint that time.

“You know, you’re being ridiculous.” Frank commented, he was clearly not happy you turned him down.

All you could muster was half-hearted scoff as you turned to look at him. When you saw him though, he had his back towards you and snores were rolling off of his lips. You let out a sigh that was filled with exhaustion and frustration. You glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you thought about your next move. A wave of clarity hit as you released the bridge of your nose. You decided to get a little bit of sleep and then you were out of here, one way or another. You were going to leave this awful night behind you, as well as Frank. You decided it was best to just let him go.

#a collection of one shots #chasingmarvel original work #courtney writes #bad at love #frank endings beginnings #sebastian stan characters #sebastain stan #sebastian stan fandom #frank x reader #frank x you

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caelanglang · 10 months

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『 Is it bad if we’ve grown older, and decided that a world without the person I love is not worth the fuss? 』

In Loving Memory, by @blindblossom

made fanart for that one fanfic that shattered my heart :,)) Here ya go Ellie!

followed some of Yumingli's art tips for this one! here, here, and here.

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zeroeightzeroone · 4 months

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stubborn - han jisung

love collection

genre: angst? hurt? eventual comfort?

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none

wc ~3k | moodboard

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"you're not hearing me at all."

you push yourself off the edge of jisung's bed, onto your feet and make your way around the room gathering the things you came with. which isn't much since he keeps some of your things in his dorm. fingers running through your locks; the state of your hair expressing the brewing frustration within you. what was supposed to be a lovely night sleeping over at jisung's turned into the two of you pushing each other's buttons.

you're quick to swing the door open and make your way into the hall but jisung's quick to follow you out.

"baby, come on!" he calls, hot on your tail, "y/n!"

"leave me alone ji!"

jisung sneers, "you wanted me to communicate more! here i am! communicating but you're walking away!"

you stop, spinning around to face the boy so suddenly that your bodies almost collide. there, in the hallway of jisung's dorm, you're standing face to face, chests rapidly heaving from your uneven breathing, the rage radiating off your bodies. feeding off each other's emotions.

"yes. i wanted you to communicate more but," your tone stern as your eyes narrow up at him, "that also meant hearing me when i'm communicating something to you! listening to me–"

"please. i've been listening to you!"

"no you haven't! it's like i'm speaking into a void when i tell you that i miss you, ji! we've been together for six months, but i've barely seen you in the past few months."

"you know how my job is," jisung crosses his arms over his chest.

"i'm not asking for you to be attached at the hip. all I'm asking is to see you more than i do right now."

"my schedule doesn't work that way. i can't always find the time for you."

"you can't? or you don't want to?" you counter with your arms crossed over your chest.

jisung scoffs at your implication, "what are you talking about?"

"you can't make time for me or you don't want to make time for me?" you look into jisung's eyes, "when we first started dating you wou—"

"–my schedules have changed. they're not the same as when we first started dating," jisung reminds you, "it's not that easy."

"you said that before too!" you remind him, with a frown adorning your lips, "you said it wouldn't be easy, i knew that, but–"

"but?"

"but..." your eyelids flutter, harshly gulping down the lump in your throat as you hold back the tears threatening to brew, "do you not want to try? do you not want to see me?"

"you know it's not like that," jisung sighs, voice laced with exasperation.

"then what? what is it like then?" the tears fall anyway.

"you knew what dating me would be like."

you scoff as you roll your eyes, "you can't keep using that defense."

"am i wron–"

you're quick to cut jisung off, "–i knew that my boyfriend being an idol wouldn't be easy, that we wouldn't get the opportunity to see each other as much as we would like–"

"if you knew then," he shrugs, "what's this all about?"

jisung's words come out colder than intended.

"this is about you not even trying to fit me in! you stopped saying 'i'll try', now its always 'i can't'!"

"excuse me? i haven't been trying? how can you say that i haven't been trying?"

"where's the effort then jisung? show me!" angry tears stream down your face, "all our texts show that i'm the one asking when you're free! that i'm checking up on you! i'm the one initiating everything."

"i'm here now, aren't i?" jisung waves his hands up and down, "is that not enough for you?"

"after today i'll probably see you in another couple of weeks, or even more than a month when i'm the one asking you to spend time with me! me! your girlfriend!"

"god, i can't do this right now," jisung runs a hand through his unruly hair, "i've got a ton of work left to do and this conversation is going nowhere."

"fine," you huff.

a few moments pass with neither of you making any moves, staring straight ahead. though you're both in each other's line of sight, your eyes don't meet. avoiding the other's fiery gaze.

your cheeks are flushed, your falling tears soaking the heated skin but you make no effort to swipe them away. your bottom lip is trembling—your whole body feels like it's trembling due to the overwhelming amount of emotion that rush through your veins that very moment. jisung pretty much mirrors you, minus the tears, the way his brows are knit together, slow and heavy breaths leaving his flared nostrils.

with a sigh of defeat, you turn on your heel, then make a beeline for the door. jisung watches you make your way to the front door, not once looking back at him as you swing the door open and shut it behind you.

and not once does he stop you from leaving.

the door shuts and jisung turns around, walking to his room where he flings the door shut behind him and pulls his headphones on. drowning out his surroundings as he tries to steady his breathing.

an hour or two passes and chan walks through the front door, expecting to see your shoes next to jisung's at the door or some other trace of you inside the dorm, but nothing catches his eye. curious, the curly haired boy peeks into jisung's room to see if maybe you'd both gone out but jisung sits there in his computer chair.

the brunette's still got headphones on, no knowledge that his hyung stands in his doorway. right as chan is about to shut the door, his eyes land on a short stack of clothes on top of jisung's dresser: your favourite shirt of jisung's and a pair of jisung's sweatpants. the sight has chan nodding his head as he slowly steps back and closes the door.

even without asking, it's clear something went on between the two of you. the clothes sitting on top of the younger boy's dresser are the same clothes you're given to wear whenever you stay over. they're jisung's clothes but he sets them aside just for you because he knows how much you love them. instead, the clothes are neatly folded and untouched.

on the way to his own room, chan sends changbin and hyunjin a text, letting them know about the current atmosphere of the dorm.

walking in through the front door of your apartment and locking eyes with your roommate, the surprise on her face is apparent. she wasn't expecting you to come home tonight as you said you'd be sleeping at jisung's before leaving. regardless of her surprise, the moment she registers the look on your face, she's rushing over to pull you into a bear hug.

oh, there go the waterworks again.

your trek home from jisung's dorm was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least.

you would cry, be fine, see the smallest thing and cry once again. you had literally seen a dog across the street and the tears started falling once again.

standing near the front door, you're holding her tight as you cry into her shoulder. she doesn't ask what the cause of your tears are, instead she rubs comforting circles on your back whilst swaying your bodies back and forth. allowing you to let it all out, no questions asked. the look on your face when you walked through the door said enough for her. moments pass until eventually, you feel that you've cried enough.

"thank you," you say with a sniffle, pulling away from her.

she smiles, "i'm here if you want to talk, even if you don't want to talk about it, i'm still here."

...

its been three days since you and jisung have seen each other.

if you were to ask mutual friends of both yours and jisung's to point out the traits you share, other than the both of you being quite introverted. the top would be: stubborn.

were you both aware of how immature you were being, holding out hope that the other one would crack first? yes. of course.

it's just a matter of who is less stubborn and immature between the both of you.

jisung's holed himself up in the company building the past couple of days. most of his time is spent in chan's room or the dance studio (when he feels like moving) as he tries not to think about you.

keyword: tries.

you're all he can think about.

the brunette would be checking his phone to see if maybe you've sent something. jisung had gotten used to you sending him texts throughout the day but the past three days have been radio silent. he finds himself feeling incomplete without your random texts; feeling incomplete without you.

on the other hand, you've caught yourself almost texting or calling jisung first, holding yourself back for the sake of proving a point. albeit, in an immature manner, but a point nonetheless. just like your boyfriend, you're drowning yourself in work but it does nothing to get the boy with the cutest round cheeks out of your head.

three days of radio silence seemed like more than enough, the longing for each other growing as the days pass. jisung misses your random messages about anything and everything, and you miss his random selfies throughout the day.

you miss each other.

eventually, instead of the both of you being too hard-headed to admit defeat and initiate a conversation; the delay comes with the fact that neither of you know where or how to start.

you and jisung have argued before, of course. it would be unnatural for no conflicts to have come up in six months of your relationship. however, it has never gone this far.

with a deep breath, jisung raises his fist to knock at the door.

"hyung?"

from inside the room, chan hums. turning around in his chair as he calls for jisung to come inside. the door opens slowly, revealing jisung clad in sweats and a hoodie, sheepishly walking into chan's bedroom and taking a seat on the mattress.

"what's up?"

chan knows what's up. it's been quite obvious that something has been up with you and jisung for the past couple of days.

"i need some adv—... help. i need some help," jisung glances up at chan and back down, receiving another hummed reply from the older boy, "i fucked up."

jisung takes a deep breath, fingers toying at his sleeves.

"something happened between you and y/n, yeah?"

jisung nods as chan leans back in his computer chair. with that, jisung begins rambling about the argument you two had while chan listens intently, mentally noting down points he believes to be significant. as jisung retells the exchange, he's reminded of the way you looked at him, the things you said to him and how he responded back to you.

"i.. uh.. i don't know what to do," jisung's hands brush through his hair, elbows on his knees as he leans his weight forward, "i don't know where to start."

meanwhile, a floor down and a couple hours later, seungmin sits in the living room of his dorm on the phone with you. on your end, his voice comes through your phone speakers, filling your room.

"first of all, you two need to speak to each other."

"ok—"

"—i'm not done," seungmin hushes you, "how jisung managed to find someone as stubborn as he is, is beyond me but you're both stubborn as hell."

"... gee, thanks."

"you're welcome. you know it's true," even though he can't see you, you can't help but shrug with a small nod, agreeing with seungmin's statement. he continues, "but think about it like this. one reason you fought was because he wasn't prioritizing your relationship, right?"

"yeah?"

"what about right now?"

"huh?"

"is the priority right now to be as hard-headed as possible to prove a point or…" seungmin drags out the last word, "is it your relationship with jisung?"

"my relationship."

...

"well, someone's up early," your roommate gasps when you walk into the kitchen.

you're fully dressed for the day, ready to go outside. usually this early in the morning you're still asleep, choosing to wake up right on time for work instead of earlier than needed.

"i thought you had a day off?" she muses, bringing the mug up to her lips and taking a sip of her coffee.

even before you entered the kitchen area, you could smell the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, filling the air the moment you walked out of your bedroom.

"i do," you nod, going to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not really in the mood for coffee.

"where ya' going?"

"i'm gonna go to the dorms," you turn around and lean against the counter, "talk to ji."

"woke up early to avoid the morning rush?" the soft smile on your face paired with the sigh says enough, "how are you feeling?"

you shrug, "a bit nervous... but i'm always nervous going into serious conversations."

she chuckles, "oh yeah. i remember the conversation we had when you wanted to be a potential roommate."

the memory has your cheeks flushing, throwing your head back in embarrassment. to this day, you don't know how she chose you instead of the other, non-embarrassing, applicants. right before your roommate leaves for work, you're exchanging a quick hug and then she's out the door.

the longer you sit alone in the kitchen, stewing in your own thoughts, deliberating over the plan you've repeated in your head a million times; the more your anxiety heightens. prompting you to close your eyes before it can spill over the brim. you take a deep breath, trying to focus on your heartbeat.

the sudden knock at the door has your heart jump, the noise startling you.

you glance out the kitchen doorway, spotting your roommate's house keys hanging on the rack next to the front door. shaking your head, you walk towards the front, unhooking her keys whilst you turn the knob with your other hand.

she's always been quite forgetful.

with an amused smile on your face, you pry the door open.

"no wonder i didn't hear your keys when you left—"

you gulp, heart flipping in your chest.

its not your roommate.

the words are caught in your throat at the sight of the man standing in front of you.

han jisung's here, inside your apartment complex and right outside your front door. the hood of his brown jacket is pulled over his beanie-clad head, and the bottom half of his face is covered by a mask but the nervousness is obvious as he awkwardly shifts his weight on his feet, eyes flickering around.

"can i come in?" he asks with a soft voice.

you nod, stepping aside, giving jisung the space to walk through the front door then shutting it behind him. he discards his shoes at the door, before you're walking in front of him, leading you both into the living area. the two of you take a seat on the couch, a couple inches of space between your bodies. awkward silence lingering in the air, neither of you knowing who should speak first.

jisung clears his throat and decides to take the leap.

his hands reach up to remove the mask and hood, "where.. uh.. were you going somewhere?"

referring to the denim jeans and hoodie you've got on. his hoodie.

"i was going… to see you."

jisung angles his body in your direction, blinking a couple of times as your gaze flickers towards him.

"... you were going to see me?" you nod, "but.. why?"

now you're turning to him, brows knit in confusion. what does he mean why?

"so we could talk about… you know..."

jisung is mentally smacking himself, "no-no, i know that but you shouldn't be the one going over there.. it should be me coming to you. to talk to you, to apologize to you."

"but i have things to apologize for too…" your hands play with the ends of the hoodie you're wearing, "i... i'm sorry that i made it seem like you don't put anything into our relationship. i hurt you by saying you aren't trying. i know you do, i know its hard with your schedule and all... i—"

jisung shakes his head, scooting closer, taking your hands in his own. the mere feeling of his hands on yours has your heart skipping a beat, your skin tingling under his touch.

"honestly, i was hurt hearing you say i haven't been trying, putting in any effort," the pads of his thumbs gently caress your skin, "it's embarrassing to admit... but it did hurt my ego."

jisung's chocolate brown iris' swim with guilt and sadness.

both emotions stem from his inadequacy as a boyfriend recently; hurting the person he cares the most about. its true that you don't realize what you've lost until it's gone, and he had a taste of it for the past three days. he doesn't want to be without you, never again.

"i didn't see the mistakes i'd made, the ways i hurt you. instead, i hurt you more in that conversation, didn't i?"

the way your lips press into a straight line is enough of an answer for him.

"i'm sorry," jisung squeezes your hands gently, "i'm sorry for not putting more effort into our relationship."

"you are—"

"no, i'm not," he shakes his head, "if i was then it it wouldn't have been brought up, and we wouldn't have had that fight."

"... mhmm."

"i kept saying you knew what you were getting into dating me," a bitter laugh slips from his lips at the memory, "but i also knew what getting into a relationship. god, i fucked up."

your stomach turns and your brain starts to scatter. overthinking about what jisung could say next, hypothesizing the worst-case scenarios.

"i knew that it wasn't going to be easy... that dating me is going to be a lot harder than it would be if you dated... someone else– someone that isn't a celebrity," his fingers fiddle with your own, "you knew all of that and still said yes to me, you still chose me?"

"of course, because i want you. no one else."

jisung's cheeks get rounder as his toothy smile widens at your words. he blinks quickly, snapping himself out of his quick daze and continues.

"i haven't been the best boyfriend lately, i know that..." his brown eyes lock with your own, "i'm sorry for how i hurt you that day... even leading up to that... i know i wasn't putting in that effort and there's no excuse for that, honestly. i haven't been fair to you."

"its okay."

"its not, don't say that, baby," jisung sighs, "i know i fucked up but i'll make it up to you. i promise! i'll do everything i can to make it up to you, i'll work harder on us... i'll find a... what is it? b-balance! balance! i'll work on communicating more... j-just be patient with me? i know you already are but—"

"—you're rambling," you cut him off, knowing if you didn't he'd just continue to talk in circles.

it's adorable, it's endearing.

but you take this opportunity to apologize in return, "i'm sorry too. i'm know i hurt you too that day. i could've found a better way to bring it up to you, talk to you about it but i didn't and i'm so sorry. i need to work on that, i need to work on a lot of things but… we'll work on us, together. it'll be hard but-"

"as long as we're together."

you nod, repeating his words, "as long as we're together."

jisung's hands move up to cup your cheeks, caressing the skin gently as your own hands are circled around his wrists. leaning in, he places a kiss onto your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. his chocolate brown eyes graze over your face with a delighted look, taking the time to memorize your features all over again, etching them into his brain as if it was the first time all over again.

starting with your eyes. your stunning eyes that bore into his own, jisung finds himself entranced by them and the way they sparkle when you're talking about your passions, the things you love. your eyes that smile whenever you laugh at his stupid jokes.

your nose, which you've repeatedly expressed your dissatisfaction with, but jisung find absolutely adorable. the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you're playfully glaring at him.

your lips. your plush, baby pink lips that jisung would kiss all day if he could, especially when you're in a pouty mood. the way your bottom lip juts out makes his heart flip. sometimes he finds himself staring at your lips, allured by the way they move as you speak.

you. you're absolutely breathtaking, beautiful. the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on. the most beautiful being, inside and out that he will ever lay eyes on. he's convinced that nothing else, that no one else will captivate him, entrance him, amaze him the way that you do. the way only you do. its you, only you.

"i love you."

the three words, eight letters leave jisung's lips for the first time, directed to you, dedicated to you and you feel like you're levitating. the words, paired with the melodic vocal tone of the man sitting across from you has you breathless, the sound is intoxicating. you're addicted, so high and elated that for a moment, you wonder if you heard right.

"you..?" you're speechless.

jisung's face beams with happiness, his eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes at the sight of your own eyes that currently resemble a lost puppy; large, round and beaming up at him.

"it was like a part of me was missing over the past three days. the past three days i didn't have you, three days without you... three days where i got the taste of what life would be like if i lost you. you, y/n, are my heart," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "i can't— i don't want to imagine a life without you, it would only be incomplete. i love you…"

jisung pauses, biting down on his bottom lip, trying to bite back his smile.

"fuck… i'm so in love with you."

"han jisung," you press a kiss to his lips with a hum before pulling away ever so slightly. lips brushing against his as you speak, "i'm so in love with you. it's crazy."

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nomercymaster11 · 4 months

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Delicate Mornings

I found this photo in Pinterest. I'll try my best to find the artist and properly credit him/her.

A/N: R-18! Law x Fem reader. A continuation of Tender Nights.

You awoke in the dimly lit Captain's quarters, the soft glow of the lanterns casting a warm ambiance. As you stirred, a gentle kiss on your left shoulder and the sensation of being pulled closer roused you from your slumber.

"Good morning, sexy," Law's deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down your spine. The intimacy of the moment hung in the air.

"Good morning, babe," you replied, turning to face him. Your fingers intertwined with his, bringing his hand close to your face. Nestled against his chest, his body warmth enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

Leaning into his touch, you pressed your right cheek against his left palm, lips brushing lightly. The surprising tenderness in Law's demeanor towards you never failed to catch you off guard. His typically stoic exterior melted away in these private moments, revealing a side of him that was exceptionally gentle and caring.

The room held a quiet tranquility, with the ship's gentle creaking serving as a lullaby. The soft glow accentuated Law's features, highlighting the lines of his face and the subtle warmth in his eyes. In that serene moment, the connection between you and Law transcended the chaos of the pirate's life, creating a sanctuary in the heart of the turbulent seas.

The atmosphere in the Captain's quarters grew increasingly charged as Law closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss, setting off a cascade of sensations that left you feeling like you were melting into the moment. The intensity of the kiss deepened as your tongues entwined in a delicate dance, a passionate rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of your hearts.

The subtle dance of his lips on yours only fueled the fire within you. He moved with purpose, his body hovering above yours, and you willingly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

"You suddenly fell asleep on me last night," you told him, a playful accusation in your tone.

"I know, let me make it up for you," Law responded, his voice a seductive promise.

Passionate kisses continued to cascade down your jaw, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down your spine. As his lips reached your neck, you could feel his warm breath against your skin, heightening the anticipation.

Your fingers traced patterns on his back, reveling in the sensations he ignited within you. His kisses go down to your breasts. He swirls his tongue over your nipple. He gave the same attention to your other breast and he sucks it harder. You slid a hand in between your thighs, cradling your clit between your fingers.

"I want you... now,"

he whispered, his words sending a jolt through your entire being as he delicately licked your right ear. The urgency in his voice spurred a newfound desire that coursed through your veins. With a deliberate yet sensual movement, he placed a pillow beneath you, offering support to your lower back.

He pulled down your delicate lingerie in one smooth movement. He did the same with his boxers and tossed it on the floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as Law's toned, chiseled naked body revealed itself to you. The sight of him was undeniably alluring, a testament to the physical allure that had drawn you closer. It was a surreal moment, and you found yourself momentarily taken aback by the intensity of the connection you were forging with him.

"You seem really quiet now, what's wrong?"

Law inquired, leaning down to get a closer look, his concern evident in his expression. His eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"Uhm, no... I'm just savoring this moment with you," you replied, your hands gently cradling his face.

You offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes locking with his. The gravity of the situation didn't escape you, but in that moment, there was a shared understanding that transcended any words that might have lingered on your lips.

With both elbows supporting his weight, Law's face hovered just inches above yours. He slides his hand over his member and positioned it between your legs. He dragged the length of his member over your sensitive core, teasing it and gently sliding it in your folds. The head of his member nudges to your entrance.

The atmosphere shifted as he slides into you, filling you completely. He holds still, giving you time to adjust on his size.

He started to kiss you with a newfound hunger as he pulls his cock out and slams back in, pushing you higher with every thrust. Each touch of his lips leaving you breathless and craving more.

Your insides clenching around him, a mix of pleasure edged with pain racing through your nerve endings. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a world where time slowed, and every sensation became heightened. You moan as he drives in you again, raising your hips to meet his thrusts.

His kisses were a dance of passion, rough yet filled with an undeniable hunger, and you responded in kind, your fingers trailing along the contours of his back. The connection between you deepened with every touch.

In that intimate space, all that mattered was the heat of the moment and the shared connection between you and Law. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion and desire, a moment suspended in time.

“Turn over” Law's commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, and without hesitation, you turned around, positioning yourself on your knees with your torso pressed against the mattress. The air thickened with anticipation as Law slid his left hand to your stomach, pulling you in and sliding his member into you, leaning down with his chest against your back. His lips found the nape of your neck, a tender prelude to the passionate encounter that unfolded. “Fuck, <y/n>-ya!”

He groans as he keeps his pace. You whimper as the head of his member continue hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Tell me what you want, <y/n>-ya”

He breathes into your ear, pulling back and punctuating each word with a hard thrust. His breaths coming hard and fast.

"Please, touch me," you implore, the urgency and desperation evident in your voice. “Here?” He slid his finger in between your legs and circle over your clit.

You dropped your forehead to the bed and clenched on the sheets. The sensation of his touch ignited a fire within you, and your abdomen tensed in response to the pleasure he skillfully bestowed upon you. Your cry of pleasure echoing in the intimate space.

"Lower your voice," Law whispered to your ear, his breath sending tingles down your spine. Despite his command, your response was a ragged breath, the pleasure he provided making it challenging to keep your voice in check.

"But I... can't...!" you admitted, your words punctuated by the pleasure that coursed through you.

"You're making me feel so good...!" you added, your voice a mixture of desire and desperation.

Even without seeing his face, you could sense the smirk playing on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the satisfaction he was bringing you.

The intensity reached its peak as you felt the impending climax approaching.

"Law! I'm getting close...!" you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper.

Law swiftly turned you around, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Come for me," he urged,

He pulled your hips up, lowered his weight and slide his entire length into you. He slows and pulses in and out. Bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth. His pubic bone rocking back and forth over your clit.

You clawed at his back, moaning as your body convulses and, in that moment, you surrendered to the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, the final thrust brought you to the pinnacle of ecstasy. With arms tightly wound around each other, Law kissed you passionately, as if capturing the essence of your shared pleasure with each lingering kiss.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Law collapsed beside you, both of you catching your breath in the aftermath of the intimate encounter. Satisfied and sated, you held onto him, feeling a sense of contentment in the warmth of the afterglow.

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You lay on his bed, covered only with his blanket, while Law sat beside you on the edge.

"Are you going out now?" you inquired, breaking the post-coital silence.

"I want to stay longer, but this ship still needs its captain," Law replied, his fingers gently brushing against your forehead as he kissed it.

"You may rest here," he added, leaving you with a tender promise.

Law gathered his clothing, wrapped a towel around his waist, and with a final glance, he left the room to take a shower. As the door clicked softly behind Law, you found yourself enveloped in a quiet afterglow. Alone in his room, wrapped in the warm embrace of the pillow, you couldn't help but smile. A blush adorned your cheeks as you recalled the features of Law's face, etched in your memory.

With a sigh, you allowed yourself to sink into the bed. As you closed your eyes, a serene satisfaction settled within you, knowing that the world outside could wait for now. The room held the residue of passion, a secret shared between the two of you.

You drifted into a peaceful reverie, eagerly awaiting the next adventure that awaited you on the turbulent seas with your captain.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #law x you #one shot collection #law x fem reader #trafalgar law smut #one piece smut #heart pirates #law x reader

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hawkeyeslaughter · 18 days

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burdened with forbidden knowledge that hawk would chomp jolly ranchers . the swamp would be completely silent ( for once ) and there’d be a loud cracking sound from hawk’s bunk and gleeful giggling while charles berates him for doing it

#he would also collect the green ones because nobody else wants them . he’s unbearable #he likes the pai — * gets shot several times *#the fbi wants to silence me because i know the truth #bj and charles threatening to contact daniel pierce to ask him PLEASE for the love of GOD do not send ben any more #mash #mashposting #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye

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rarestdoge · 3 days

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Sooo we decided to make our OCs take the roles of all the different agents 👀 With Cam as Agent 3 and Brutus as Agent 8! As for the others. You'll see hehe

#this is our version of the Agent 24 ship ajkdskldghjka #and yes this means Cam is gonna get brainwashed and these two are gonna duke it out #while deciding on if Brutus was gonna wear the female or male Octo Expansion outfit we came up with a new word 😭#we called one fit cunty and the other slutty #and my ass said slunty #I HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER IT SINCE #that hero shot was absolute hell to draw btw idk how I pulled it off lol #/#cameron calvin #brutus dan gerbreaker #splatoon #splatoon au #au #oc #henry stickmin #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #thsc oc

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26labrd · 10 months

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the adventures of tintin (1991)

#just a collection of random shots i enjoy #my favorite is that first one at the train station. i love it dearly #tintin #the adventures of tintin #i'm missing tintin lately.... should reread my albums #26gif #text #archive

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wavetorhia · 7 months

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homesick

james potter x sirius' sibling!reader

summary: in which you run away from home after you've had enough and find refuge in james potter.

1.3k. hurt/comfort. angst. warning: minor implications of abuse.

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it had all happened so fast.

there was yelling, screaming, and a faint crashing of glass. spiteful words filled with hatred, dripping off the tongue of the woman you once called "mother." tears dripping down your face, blurring the face of your mother in front of you.

standing in the dining room that seemed to feel bigger and isolating, your figure shrinking and shaking as glass shards crumble next to you.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY! JUST LIKE YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING BROTHER!"

hearing sirius' name only caused more heartache as you realize that there was no one to defend you now. he had run away from home. no note. no warning. you and regulus were left to fend for yourselves in this place you called "home."

"don't speak ill of my brother that way." your voice was weak and shaky, only so much as coming out as a mumble. this response however caused your mother to see red - pure rage erupting more than before.

before you knew it, the enraged woman stood in front of you, her hand raised and a stinging pain on your left cheek could be felt. the sound echoed and bounced off of the dark walls of the black residence, even merlin could have heard it from his grave.

in a loud whisper, through gritted teeth she spoke. "get the hell out of my sight."

without another word you turned around and swiftly left the room, tears continuing to fall as you ran up the stairs to your bedroom. you spotted your beloved younger brother, regulus, peaking over the hallway - having heard everything that happened. you paid him no mind, however, as you made your way to your room (also hearing him following behind you).

as you both entered your room, regulus shut the door behind him as you collapsed onto the floor. all of the emotions, pain, hurt, and suffering finally caught up to you. you felt your brother pull you into his arms, trying to provide any comfort that he could possibly give to you. muffled sobs could be heard and his shirt dampened with your overflowing tears that seemed never ending.

it felt as if hours had passed before you could regain your breath. you let yourself out of regulus' grasp, bodies still near each other, and remained on the floor together, a deafening silence engulfing the both of you as the both of you processed what happened.

"...this isn't the first time mother has done this to you."

"i know."

"are you going to continue to let her treat you like this? how much more of this can you take?"

you were left unable to answer. regulus was right, this wasn't the first time she has unleashed her anger onto you. but today was far worse than before. you continued to stay quiet, your eyes trying to avoid regulus' as he stared at you waiting for your answer.

finally you spoke. "i can take her hits and jabs at me. but if she does the same to you i don't think i could take it."

regulus eyebrows knitted at your answer, both sadness and frustration mixed in his dark eyes.

"mother wouldn't do such a thing to me. but if you continue to stay here...she'll kill you."

at this you looked up at him, looking at his now teary eyes caused your vision to blur. a new wave of tears engulfed you both, reaching out and embracing each other at the truth behind his words. together you knew what you had to do, and the thought was heartbreaking. nonetheless, you both knew it was the only choice you had.

for the next hour, the two of you grabbed a large duffel bag and began to pack some of your things. items that were essential and valuable to you. it had soon reached three in the morning when you finally gathered all your things, exhaustion had begun to take over you and your dear brother.

looping your bag over your shoulder you both quietly made your way to the fireplace. regulus hurriedly found the floo powder and made his way back to you. taking your place inside, bag in hand, you grabbed a handful of the powder and looked up at your brother.

"be safe reg."

"you too."

a small sad smile stretched on both of your faces as you looked at each other. a bittersweet goodbye, not knowing when you would be able to see each other again.

as you said the words, "the potter residence" you could feel and see your surroundings begin to change. taking one last glance at your beloved brother, noticing his mouth wording a sentence you knew all too well, you had now found yourself in a dimly lit living room.

it was far different from your own. it was warm and cozy, a feeling of safety brushed over you just by stepping into the lovely home. trying to be as quiet as possible you made your to the couch, not wanting to wake up the residence of the home you (to put it lightly) intruded in.

sitting on the couch you finally allowed yourself to take a breath. you had finally taken the chance to realize what you had done, abandoning the life that you had been living.

you were finally free.

"(reader)? what are you doing here love?"

however, as you were preoccupied with your own thoughts, you failed to notice the figure making its way from the hallway. recognizing the voice, you turned your head to see james potter looking at you with confusion and worry. the wand was occupying his right hand lowered at the sight of you and not an intruder, and he made his way over to you.

"im sorry for coming out of the blue." you weakly smiled in embarrassment, looking down at your hands. seeing james take a seat next to you, your hands now being held by his, a small comforting squeeze causing you to look up at him.

"there's nothing to apologize for love, you're always welcome. but did something happen?"

at his question you began to remember the fight, the screaming, the crying, and even regulus. not saying a word your eyes began to water, silently begging for them not to fall but your body denied that request. james noticed the tears that fell and pulled you into his arms. quickly returning his embrace, you both stayed in that position for what felt like forever, more tears soaking his shirt.

after a while you both pulled away, james placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb softly grazing it. no words had to be said in order for him to understand your situation. it was one he had dealt with before not too long ago either.

as he inspected your face, his eyes landed upon the bruise that had formed on your cheek. his eyebrows furrowed, his other hand reaching over to get a better look at it.

"it's okay. it doesn't hurt anymore."

you tried to reassure him that the pain was gone. however his face never wavered as he looked at the red and purple splotch.

"im sorry that you had to go through that."

"you don't have to apologize for something you didn't do."

"you deserve an apology anyway, even if it isn't from the person you want it to be from."

at those words you weakly smiled at him, a silent 'thank you' coming from your lips as you reached out to hug him again. the warmth of his body softened the tension that your body was unknowingly holding.

a gentle kiss was placed on the top of your head making you squeeze him tighter, no words being able to express the thankfulness you felt to have him here.

before you knew it, you had fallen asleep in his arms. the both of you laying on the couch as the sun greeted the moon and peaked through the windows. no more words had to be said or spoken. no need for tears. for anger. for fear.

all you needed to know, and feel, was that with him-

-you were home.

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#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter fic #marauders x reader #james potter x you #angst prompt #one shot #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #the marauders era #fluff #angst to fluff #rhia's collection ✧.*

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